
This has been one of those weeks where I seem to keep tripping over mole holes... it's been a struggle to physically and emotionally survive...
Not knowing where to start today's blog, I sat outside and watched as my sprinkler watered my garden... Cardinals singing "cheeeeeeer reep reeep reep reep reep reep...", sun shining... slowly the bits and pieces of my life pulled together for a story....

Chipmunks... The sweet little guy from last year is officially out of hibernation... I know this because he's back to building chipmunk freeways in my garden. He's been lovely entertainment for Avery and my three not so blood-hounds... but this year, ChipperMonkey must go... Decision made, I'm going to borrow my dads friendly catch and release trap... and Chipper is going to find himself in a new home, in a park, on the other side of the freeway... SOON.



After talking to me and prodding my rib exactly where it hurt, he said he believes I have a torn rib cartilage, (costochondral separation), which is one of the most difficult injuries to heal, because it cannot simply be placed in a cast. So yes, 7 months later, I can still be feeling discomfort... but bless his heart, he's ordered a chest scan and extra blood work for me so we can be sure, instead of sorry. Love him. I will sleep much better tonight... and in the future, knowing I'm waiting for my rib to heal vs wondering if I'm sitting on a mole hill that will become a mountain because I ignored it.


I know you're sitting there wondering if we're still icky... for my part, know it's safe... As I sat in my garden listening to His Holy Eminence (The Cardinal), and planning the near future move of my Chipper tenant, I realized I needed to reach out in words to you, and smooth your return to me.
Let me simply say, in staring at my now growing lawn... It came to me... the grass may look greener on the other side of the fence to some... to me, the grass only looks greener when you're sitting next to me... with that thought, I got up to write this blog for you... ilunmum
When it Starts To Rain - Jimmy LaFave

Shadow dancing across your yard
While your folks fall fast asleep you move
Beneath the moon and stars
I think of you across the highway miles
In places that you’ve never been
I think of you when I feel at peace
I think of you when I need a friend
I think of you in the morning light
Waking to your sunlit smile
I think of you when you go away
Even for a little while
I think of you like an angel’s song
Plays so softly in my head
Keeps me safe deep inside my dreams
As I lay upon my bed
I think of you almost all the time
I think of you in the night and day
I think of you in a million unsaid words
I think of you in every way
I think of you and the lonely years
I think of you through the passing days
I think of you so wild and free
And I hope you always stay that way
And I think of you and your photograph
I keep beside me in the night
And sometimes when my darkness falls
I hold you close to feel your light
I think of you when it pours down rain
Shadow dancing across your yard
Hand in hand with your shadow little angel
You move beneath the moon and stars
I think of you in the morning light
Waking to your sunlit smile
I think of you when you go away
Even for a little while
I think of you when it starts to rain
I think of you when it starts to rain
Waking to your sunlit smile
I think of you when you go away
Even for a little while
I think of you when it starts to rain
I think of you when it starts to rain
p.s. check it out... this iris is about to bloom, but that thing we divided that we got for almost nothing, and just figured was 'end of season'... it's about to bloom too... see under the birdie bath?
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